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THE 

SUNKEN CITY 

AND OTHER STORIES 


RETOLD BY 

MARIE H. FRARY 

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AND- 

CHARLES M. STEBBINS 

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WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY HERBERT E. MARTINI 


MILTON BRADLEY COMPANY 
SPRINGFIELD, MASSACHUSETTS 
1913 ■■ 


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Copyright, 1909, by 
STEBBINS AND COMPANY 

Copyright, 1913, by 
MILTON BRADLEY COMPANY 
SPRINGFIELD, MASSACHUSETTS 


DEC 29 1913 


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PREFACE 


Legends have a fascination for all 
classes of people, but they possess a pecul¬ 
iar charm for children. They constitute, 
in fact, a form of literature particularly 
fitting to the mental world of the child. 
In them fact and fancy are happily 
blended. Around the bare facts of re¬ 
corded or unrecorded history, are woven 
the poetic ideals of a romantic people. 

Nothing could be more worth a child’s 
reading than a story of the past that con¬ 
veys not only an idea of the everyday life 
of real people, but represents them also as 
striving after ideals in various forms of 
beauty. 

. No influence is greater than the moral 
force of beauty. In the present volume 
the purpose of the writers has been to pre- 


Preface 

sent only such' legends as reveal simplicity, 
strength, and beauty. These qualities 
make their inevitable appeal to the child 
fancy. 

The subject matter of the book has been 
graded for children of eight or ten years. 
It is, therefore, well suited for use as a 
supplementary reader in the fourth or fifth 
grade. 


TABLE OF CONTENTS 


- - PAGE 

The Crystal Palace. 7 

The Angel Page.13 

The Gnome’s Road.21 

The Lorelei.26 

The Sunken City. 31 

the Bird of Paradise.39 

The Bell of Atri.48 

The Pot of Hot Porridge.53 

The Silver Bell.57 

The Two Baker Boys.66 

The Emperor’s Wooing.70 

The Magic Ring.76 

Charlemagne’s Generosity.83 

The Silver Bridge.89 

The Pet Raven.93 

The Night of the Stolen Treasure . . . ioi 

The Water Sprites.106 

The Giant Maiden.109 

The Swan Knight.113 




















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THE CRYSTAL' PALACE 


Many, many years ago there lived in 
the village of Zurdorf, a queer little old 
woman. She was a very kind old lady 
and a good nurse. Often she was called 
upon to care for the boys and girls of the 
village. 

They quite enjoyed being ill because she 
knew so many interesting stories. She 
told them of great knights and ladies, of 
castles and fairies, of the wood nymphs 
and the water sprites; but best of all was 
the story of old Father Rhine. 

One night as she sat knitting, a knock 
came at the cottage door. She opened it 
and there stood a strange man, carrying a 
lantern of curious pattern. He did not 
speak, but motioned to her to follow him. 

The night was dark, and the rain was 

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8 


The Crystal Palace 

pouring down in torrents. Great pools 
were found in the streets. Aunt Margot, 
as the children called the old lady, hesi¬ 
tated to follow the stranger. It was not, 
however, because she was afraid of the 
storm, but because the man was a stranger. 

He motioned to her again. She saw 
that his face was kindly, and so decided to 
follow him. Down the dark street they 
passed, splashing through the deep pools 
of water. 

Suddenly the water became deeper, and 
began to eddy about Margot’s ankles. 
She became frightened and was about to 
turn and flee. 

'T can go no farther,” she shouted; 
‘Vhat manner of man art thou, and 
whither wouldst thou lead me?” 

The old man did not answer, but caught 
Margot in his arms and plunged into the 
river Rhine. It had risen from its banks, 
and its eddying waters had frightened 
Margot. 

Down, down, through gold green waters 


The Crystal Palace 


9 


they sank. It seemed to Margot as if she 
were going down forever. She closed her 
eyes and ceased to struggle. 

At last they seemed to have passed out 
of the water, and Margot opened her eyes. 
She found herself in a wonderful crystal 
palace. Precious stones glittered all 
about her. The ornaments were of silver 
and gold. As soon as she had recovered 
from her wonder, she was led into an im¬ 
mense chamber. Here on a bed of crystal, 
with silken coverings, lay a beautiful 
golden haired nymph, who was ill. 

‘T have brought you here,’’ said the old 
man, ^^to care for my beautiful wife. 
Nurse her tenderly back to health, and 
you shall never regret it.’’ 

The lovely nymph was so good to look 
upon that old Margot took great delight 
in caring for her. She tended her so 
gently and so faithfully that the golden 
haired lady improved rapidly. She was 
soon quite well. 

In soft whispers she told the old nurse 


10 


The Crystal Palace 

that her husband was a mighty water 
spirit. Mortals called him Father Rhine. 
She had lived on the earth and was the 
only daughter of the Lord of Rheidt. 

One day when she was at a village 
dance, there appeared before her a strange 
man. He was clad in foamy green. He 
asked her to tread a measure with him. 
Round and round they whirled until they 
reached the water edge. Suddenly he 
plunged with her into the stream, and 
brought her to the crystal palace, where 
he made her his happy wife. 

‘"And now, kind nurse, we must soon 
part,’" said the beautiful lady. ''When 
Father Rhine offers to reward you, accept 
from him only your usual fee, no matter 
how much he urges you to take more. He 
loves honesty, but loathes greed.” 

Just then Father Rhine appeared. See¬ 
ing his beloved wife quite well again, the 
river god beckoned to the nurse to follow 
him. He led her through many halls of 
the great castle. Finally they came to his 


The Crystal Palace 


II 


treasure chamber. Here all around lay 
great heaps of gold, silver, and precious 
stones. 

The water god was very grateful to the 
good nurse for saving his wife; so he bade 
her help herself. The old woman gazed 
upon the jewels longingly. How well she 
could use them to help the poor! She re¬ 
membered, however, what the beautiful 
golden haired lady had told her. So she 
selected only a small fee such as she al¬ 
ways received. The mysterious man 
urged her to take more, but she firmly re¬ 
fused. 

Then the great water god took her by 
the hand and led her through a long dark 
corridor. Suddenly she found herself 
again in the cold water of the Rhine. 
Slowly he rose with her through the dark 
flood. Up and up they went until she 
found herself, dripping but safe, on the 
shore near her own house. As he beck¬ 
oned adieu to her, Father Rhine flung a 
whole handful of gold into her lap. Then 


12 The Crystal Palace 

he plunged into the river again and was 
gone. 

Ever since that time the little people of 
the village have loved to hear of the won¬ 
ders of the crystal palace beneath the flood. 
So the good nurse tells it over and over 
again. And she never forgets to show 
the handful of gold which, she says, is the 
same Father Rhine gave her. 


THE ANGEL PAGE 


A HANDSOME lad once sought a brave 
and noble knight, asking leave to serve 
him as page. The knight was greatly 
charmed by the graceful manners of the 
young lad, and was pleased with his un¬ 
usual request. He granted the lad’s 
prayer, and never once did he have cause 
to regret it. 

The little page did every duty with 
great cheerfulness and skill. He was so 
devoted to his master that he was able to 
foresee almost every wish. It was not 
long before he had won his master’s love, 
and the two became constant comrades. 

The years passed swiftly by. The 
knight had never before been so happy, 
and never so successful. Everything 
seemed to turn out just as he wished it. 

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14 


The Angel Page 

Nothing had gone wrong since the day 
that the little page had entered his gate. 

One day as the two were riding along 
the banks of the Rhine, they noticed a 
band of robbers coming toward them. 
These men had often sought to harm the 
good knight. The band was so large that 
it was easy to see that the brave knight 
could make no headway against them. 
There seemed to be no way of escape. 

'Would to God,’’ cried the brave man, 
"that you were safe within my castle walls, 
my faithful little page! We are lost, my 
lad, but we must sell our lives as dearly as 
possible. Let us die like heroes. Do you 
get behind me, my page, and, if possible, 
I bid you flee.” 

"My dear master,” replied the little 
page, "follow me. I will show you a way 
to escape. Follow me.” 

The page put spurs to his horse and gal¬ 
loped along the river bank. Suddenly he 
turned the unwilling steed directly into 
the rushing stream. 


15. 


The Angel Page 

‘'Rash boy, come back!’"' called the 
knight, dashing forward with the hope of 
overtaking the daring page. "Better die 
fighting bravely than perish miserably in 
the river. Come back, my page, come 
back 

"Have no fear, my dear master, but fol¬ 
low me,’^ still cried the little page. 

The sound of his voice rose so confi¬ 
dently above the noise of the wind and 
waves that the knight obeyed, hardly 
knowing what he was doing. A few min¬ 
utes later the horses had found a firm foot¬ 
ing in the river. Guided by the faithful 
little page, the knight safely forded the 
stream. He reached the farther shore 
just as his enemies came down to the 
wsLter's edge. 

The angry robbers urged their steeds 
into the deep water, but no trace of ford 
could be found and they were forced to 
give up the pursuit. 

The knight’s love for" the little page 
was greatly increased after this, and the 


The Angel Page 


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little page, too, seemed to love his master 
more and more. He was only happy 
when in his master’s presence or when do¬ 
ing some errand for him. 

A short time after this happy escape 
from death the knight’s beautiful wife be¬ 
came suddenly ill. The knight loved her 
as he loved his own life, and was in great 
sorrow for fear that she might die. 

Many wise doctors were called to her 
bedside, but they could do nothing. They 
declared that there was only one thing 
that would cure her—the milk of a lioness. 
That could not be obtained because there 
were no lions in the country. 

The rumor of this strange remedy 
spread rapidly through the castle. It 
came to the ears of the faithful little page. 
He at once sprang to his feet and rushed 
out of the hall. An hour later, before 
any change had taken place in the lady’s 
condition, the page returned to the castle. 

He went directly to the bedside of his 
mistress and sat down, flushed and pant- 


17 


The Angel Page 

ing. But in his hand he bore a cup full 
of the milk of a lioness, which was given 
to the patient at once. In a few moments 
the color crept back into the lady’s pale 
cheeks. A new light came into her eyes 
and she sank into a sweet sleep. When 
she awoke she was fully cured. All her 
Strength had come back, and she was very 
happy. 

Then the good knight went to seek the 
little page. He poured out to him his 
thanks. He could not say enough to 
express what he felt for his faithful 
servant. He wished to know all about 
it. 

‘Tell me, my sweet, faithful page,” he 
urged, “how you were able to get this 
remedy, which all my wealth could not 
procure.” 

“My noble master,” replied the page, “I 
knew that a lioness was lying with her 
cubs in an Arabian den, and so I—” 

“Arabia!” exclaimed the knight, inter¬ 
rupting the page, “Arabia! Did you find 


18 The Angel Page 

your way there and back in one short 
hour?’’ 

‘'Yes, my dear master,” replied the lit¬ 
tle page, "that is the truth.” And he 
fixed his beautiful, truthful eyes on his 
master’s pale, wondering face. 

"My lad, who are you then?” suddenly 
asked the knight, a nameless fear gnaw¬ 
ing at his heart. "Who are you ? Speak; 
tell me everything.” 

"Master, my noble master, ask not who 
I am nor whence I came,” cried the lit¬ 
tle page, sinking down at the knight’s 
feet, and raising his beseeching hands. 
"Do not ask me. Let me remain by your 
side, my good master. Remember that no 
harm has come to you since I have been 
in your service.” 

"My page, stop this pleading and tell 
me what I ask. Who are you?” con¬ 
tinued the knight, paying no attention to 
the little page’s beseeching look. 

"A spirit, O my master, a spirit of light, 
who for you and yours left a home in the 


19 


The Angel Page 

realms above. But now I must leave you, 
my master. Farewell; farewell.'' 

^‘Lad, lad, my sweet lad, leave me not. 
Stay with me still," cried the knight. 
‘'Ask what reward you please, but do not 
forsake me. Remain, my faithful little 
page, for I cannot live without you." 

“You have asked me what I am and 
whence I came, and have mentioned a re¬ 
ward. The charm, my dear master, is 
broken, and now I must leave you. In 
return for the things that T have done for 
you so cheerfully and so lovingly, I ask 
you to place a silver bell in the midst of 
the forest. Its tinkling sound may guide 
many weary travelers and help them to 
find their way home. Dedicate the bell to 
God and to his angelic host, O master; 
and now receive my last farewell." 

The little page suddenly vanished. No 
one saw him leave the hall nor pass 
through the castle gates, and no trace of 
him was ever found. The angel page had 
faded from mortal sight and returned to 


20 


The Angel Page 


his home above. He had gone back to 
live with spirits as good and faithful and 
pure as himself. 

The knight at once had the silver bell 
placed in the forest. But he could not 
forget his faithful page. He sought for 
him everywhere, and when at evening the 
silver tones of the little bell rang out in 
the quiet air they seemed to him like the 
words of an angel, and filled his heart 
with restless desire. 

The noble knight seemed to lose all in¬ 
terest in life. His strength began to fail; 
his step grew slow and feeble; and one 
day when the shades of night were fall¬ 
ing and the first tinkle of the little bell 
came to his ear, he softly murmured ^'My 
page, my faithful little page’’; and he 
went to live with the spirit he had learned 
to love so well. 






































THE GNOMHS ROAD 


On the high hill above the Rhine still 
stand the ruins of an old Castle. Here 
Kuno Von Sayne once lived. Kuno was 
a very proud young man for he was a 
member of a very noble family. 

He had fallen in love with the beautiful 
daughter of the surly old Lord of Faul- 
kenstein. At last he succeeded in win¬ 
ning the love of the maiden, but of her 
father he had great fear. 

After many months of hoping and fear¬ 
ing, he decided to go to the old Lord and 
ask for his daughter’s hand. One beau¬ 
tiful morning he set out on his mission, 
to the Castle of Faulkenstein. This Cas¬ 
tle was perched far up on the heights that 
rose above a small river. 

It was a long journey, and he had al- 
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22 


The Gnome^s Road 


most lost his courage when he reached the 
place. However, he went at once into the 
presence of the Lord of Faulkenstein and 
boldly made known his wish. 

The grim, old Lord looked at him 
long and closely, then in tones that were 
terrible to poor Kuno spoke. 

'T will,’’ he said, ''consider the matter 
if you will promise to do one thing for 
me.” 

Without waiting to find out what he 
was to do, Kuno eagerly consented. 

"Then,” said the Lord of Faulkenstein, 
"you may wed my daughter on condition 
that you build a convenient road over the 
jagged rock to the village. You are to 
ride up that road on your war horse be¬ 
fore sunrise to-morrow morning.” 

Poor Kuno was speechless. Nothing 
was to be said, for he knew how impos¬ 
sible was the task. Many months of hard 
labor would scarcely accomplish the great 
work. 

Sadly he made his way down the rocks 


The Gnome*s Road 


23 ' 


again. He had not been able to catch 
even a glimpse of the fair Irmangarde, his 
beloved, so he sat down upon a rock in the 
valley and began to reproach himself for 
his stupidity. 

Suddenly he was aroused from his 
thoughts by a small voice calling to him. 

''Kuno, Kuno Von Sayne,” it said. 

He looked up and there before him 
stood the King of the Gnomes. 

‘'Despair not,’" said the kindly little 
man. “Myself and my subjects will 
gladly help so good a knight; so away to 
the inn where you left your steed. Be¬ 
fore sunrise to-morrow morning the road 
shall be ready.’" 

At this the King of the Gnomes waved 
his hand. A great mist rose and covered 
the hill and valley with its dense vapor. 
Thousands, of dwarf-like creatures now 
sprang out of the ground on all sides. 
They began using axes, hammers, and 
spades with great good will. All night 
long Kuno Von Sayne heard the crashing 


24 The Gnome^s Road 

of great forest trees, and the breaking of 
stones. Now and then he heard a loud 
rumble like thunder; there was a contin¬ 
ual clatter and crashing throughout the 
whole night. At dawn he came from his 
room, and was greeted by the inn-keeper. 

great storm must have raged over 
the valley last night,’’ said the latter. ‘'I 
was kept awake all the night by the noise.” 

Kuno did not pause to listen to the 
man’s tales, but loudly called for his horse. 
He mounted and rode rapidly away to the 
foot of the mountain. Far above him 
loomed the Castle of Faulkenstein. How 
Kuno’s heart leaped with joy. There, in¬ 
deed, was a road leading up to the Castle. 
True icy his promise, the King of the 
Gnomes had built a broad, convenient 
road through the forest and over the 
rocks. Kuno galloped boldly up, ex¬ 
changing smiles with the kindly dwarfs 
who peered at him from behind every rock 
and tree. From the ramparts of the Cas¬ 
tle, stepped the beautiful Irmangarde. 


The Gnome^s Road 


25 


Kuno dashed over the arched bridge the 
dwarfs were just finishing and greeted her 
gaily. The dwarfs raised a glad shout of 
triumph. The Knight of Faulkenstein 
was awakened by the shout. He looked 
out, and there, stretching far out from 
the Castle, saw the newly built road. He 
thought he must still be dreaming, and 
rubbed his eyes again and again. 

When, however, he saw the beaming 
face of Irmangarde and Kuno, he knew 
that he had been outwitted. So as the 
first sunbeams fell upon the Castle, light¬ 
ing up the gladdened heart and blushing 
cheeks of the maiden, Kuno claimed her 
as his bride. The Lord of Faulkenstein 
was proud to accept a man who could do 
such wonderful things as Kuno had ac¬ 
complished during the night. 


THE LORELEI 


Count Ludwig was the only son of the 
Prince Palatine. He lived with his father 
in the castle at Stahleck. The young 
count had heard many marvelous tales of 
the beautiful Lorelei and he determined to 
go in search of her. 

One evening he stole from his father’s 
castle to sail down the Rhine. He hoped 
to catch a glimpse of the Siren Lorelei. 
The stars were twinkling softly overhead, 
and the bark slowly drifted down the river. 
Darker and darker grew the waters as 
the bed of the Rhine grew narrower. But 
the young count did not notice this. His 
eyes were fixed on the rocks far above, 
where he hoped to see the beautiful nymph. 

Suddenly he saw a shimmer of white 
drapery, and golden hair. At the same 
time he heard the faint, sweet sound of 
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The Lorelei 


27 


an alluring song. As he drew nearer, the 
melody became more distinct. The moon¬ 
beams fell upon the maiden and seemed 
to make her even more beautiful. She 
bent over the rocky ledge and beckoned 
him to draw nearer. 

The count and boatman were spell¬ 
bound by the vision above them, and they 
paid no heed to the vessel. Suddenly the 
boat struck against the rocks and went to 
pieces. The men struggled against the 
swift current, and all escaped except the 
young count. Him the Lorelei took 
down to her magic palace below the river 
to be her lover forever. Many different 
stories about the young count’s fate were 
related by the men who escaped. 

The Prince Palatine was deeply grieved 
over his only son’s death. He blamed the 
beautiful Lorelei and longed for revenge. 
Finally he sent for one of his greatest 
warriors. 

''You are to capture this wicked crea¬ 
ture who has caused so much woe,” he 


28 


The Lorelei 


said. ^Take a band of armed men and 
post them at once all around the rock, so 
that the nymph cannot escape.’' 

The great warrior did as he was com¬ 
manded. At the head of a band of armed 
men he climbed noiselessly up the moon¬ 
lit cliif and presented himself before the 
charming Lorelei. There she sat, as 
usual, combing her golden hair and croon¬ 
ing her matchless song. The men 
hemmed her in on all sides. They left no 
mode of escape except by the steep descent 
to the river. 

“We command you to surrender,” said 
the captain of the band. 

The nymph made no reply, but grace¬ 
fully waved her white hands. The grim 
old warriors suddenly felt as if rooted to 
the spot. They could neither move nor 
speak. 

There they stood motionless with di¬ 
lated eyes fixed upon the Lorelei. They 
saw her remove all of her jewels and drop 
them one by one into the Rhine beneath 


The Lorelei 


29 


her feet. Then she whirled about in a 
mystic spell, chanting her magic tunes. 
They could understand nothing of it ex¬ 
cept now and then a word about white¬ 
maned steeds and pearl shell chariots. 

When the song and dance were ended, 
the waters of the Rhine began to seethe 
and bubble. Higher and higher they 
rose, until they reached the top of the 
cliff. 

The petrified warriors felt the cold tide 
surge about their feet. Suddenly they 
saw a great white-crested wave rolling 
rapidly toward them. In its green depths 
they beheld a chariot drawn by white¬ 
maned steeds. Into this car the Lorelei 
sprang and quickly vanished over the edge 
of the cliff into the river. 

In a few moments the angry waters had 
sunk to their usual level. The brave war¬ 
riors discovered that they could move 
once more. They rubbed their eyes and 
looked about them. No trace of the sud¬ 
den rise except the water drops along the 


30 


The Lorelei 


face of the cliff could be seen. These 
shone in the moonlight like diamonds. 

The Lorelei has never since then ap¬ 
peared on the cliff. But boatmen have 
often heard the faint sweet echo of her al¬ 
luring song, wafted toward them on the 
summer breeze at midnight. It is said 
that she remains in her beautiful palace 
and gardens below the green Rhine, en¬ 
joying the companionship of her earthly 
lover. 


THE SUNKEN CITY 


There was once, we are told, a fine 
tract of land where now roll the waves of 
the Zuyder Zee. On the very spot where 
now the fishermen anchor their boats and 
fish, there stood a beautiful city. It was 
protected from the sea by great dykes. 

The name of the city was Stavoren, and 
the people who lived there were very 
wealthy. Some of them were so wealthy 
that they laid their great halls with floors 
of gold and silver. But in spite of their 
wealth they were selfish, thoughtless, and 
hard hearted. For the poor people they 
cared nothing. 

The richest person among them was a 
maiden lady. She had palaces, farms, 
ships and counting-houses—everything 
that one could desire. But she thought 
of nothing except how she might increase 

31 


The Sunken City 


her store. With this in mind she one day 
summoned the captain of her largest ves¬ 
sel. 

When he came she bade him sail away 
to procure a cargo of the most precious 
things of earth, and to return within the 
year. Not knowing exactly what she 
wished, the captain questioned her, but 
she simply repeated her order and sent 
him away at once. 

The captain set sail from Stavoren 
without knowing where he was going. 
After leaving the harbor he called his of¬ 
ficers together and asked their advice. 
Each had a different opinion as to what 
were the most precious things of earth. 

The captain was plunged into greater 
doubt than ever. He thought over the 
question for many long hours, smoking 
his pipe and scratching his head. At last 
he said to himself that nothing could be 
more precious than wheat, which is the 
staff of life. 

Accordingly he purchased a cargo of 


33 


The Sunken City 

grain, and returned happily to his native 
town, arriving long before the year had 
passed. The haughty lady had in the 
meantime told all her friends that her ves¬ 
sel had gone in search of the most pre¬ 
cious thing of earth. She would not tell 
her closest friend what that most precious 
thing might be. So everybody was very 
curious. 

When one day her captain appeared 
suddenly before her and told her that he 
had brought a cargo of wheat, her pride 
vanished. She flew into a terrible rage 
and commanded that every kernel be cast 
into the sea at once. The captain was 
shocked at this order and plead with her 
to allow him to give the wheat to the poor. 
She repeated her command. 

will come down to the port myself,” 
she said, ‘'to make sure that every kernel 
is cast into the sea.” 

The captain made his way sadly back 
to his vessel. As he did so he met several 
beggars by the way and told them that a 


34 The Sunken City 

cargo of wheat was to be cast into the 
sea. By the time the lady reached the 
dock the poor had gathered there from all 
parts of the city, hoping to secure some of 
the grain. 

When the lady approached, many im¬ 
ploring hands were extended toward her, 
but all was in vain. Angry and proud, 
she made the sailors cast all the wheat 
into the sea. The captain, powerless to 
prevent this sinful waste, looked on in 
quiet rage. When the last kernel had 
disappeared beneath the water he turned 
to his haughty mistress. 

"'As surely as there is a God above us,’^ 
he exclaimed, "you will be punished for 
this sin. The time will come when you, 
the wealthiest person in Stavoren, will 
long for a few handfuls of this wasted 
wheat.” 

The lady listened to his words in 
haughty silence. When he had finished, 
she took a costly ring from her delicate 
hand and cast it into the sea. 


35 


The Sunken City 

‘When this ring comes back to me/’ 
ishe said, “I will believe what you say and 
fear that I may come to want.” 

A few hours afterward the lady’s cook 
was preparing dinner for her. He was 
opening a large fish which had just been 
brought from the sea, when to his sur¬ 
prise his eyes fell upon the costly ring. 
He immediately sent it to his proud mis¬ 
tress. When she recognized it she turned 
very pale. 

Shortly afterward there came a report 
that one of her counting-houses had been 
ruined, and another report of disaster 
came that same evening. All her count¬ 
ing-houses were ruined. Her fleet had 
been destroyed at sea; her palaces were 
burning; and her farms were laid waste 
by storms. 

In a few Hours everything that she had 
possessed was stripped from her. The 
palace in which she lived burned down 
during the night, and she barely escaped 
with her life. 


The Sunken City 


36 

Now she was desolate, indeed! The 
rich people of the city cared nothing for 
her now that her money was all gone. 
The poor people whom she had treated 
with contempt allowed her to die of hun¬ 
ger and cold in a miserable shed. 

The city of Stavoren did not profit by 
the sad end of the haughty lady. The 
rich people continued to enjoy life and to 
neglect the poor. It did not matter to 
them what happened to their wretched fel¬ 
low creatures. They, like the haughty 
lady, were truly selfish. 

As time went on the sand began to in¬ 
crease in the port, so that it was soon im¬ 
possible for ships to come to anchor. It 
grew worse and worse. The waves 
washed the sand up until a great sand-bar 
rose above the waters and all further com¬ 
merce was stopped. It was not very long 
before the sand bank was covered with 
little green blades. The people gazed 
upon it in surprise. 

‘Tt is the Lady’s Sand,” they declared. 


The Sunken City 37 

^Tor it is the wheat that she had cast into 
the sea that is growing there/^ 

The wheat grew very rapidly, but bore 
no fruit. It did not matter to the rich 
even if traffic had ceased. They did not 
suffer. The poor, however, were greatly 
distressed, for they now had nothing to 
do. They besought help from the rich, 
but their prayers fell upon deaf ears. 

Not long afterward a little leak was dis¬ 
covered in the dyke which protected the 
city. Through this the sea water crept 
into the city reservoir, spoiling all the 
drinking water. 

The rich people only laughed, saying 
that they would drink champaign, since 
water was not to be had. But what were 
the poor to do? They crowded around 
the gates of the rich, imploring a sup of 
beer, but were rudely driven away. 

'Tt would be a good thing,’" said the 
rich, 'hf these wretched creatures should 
actually die. Of what use are they to 
themselves or to any one else?” 


38 


The Sunken City 


The rich of Stavoren had had their last 
chance to do good. That very same night 
when the revelers had returned to sleep, 
the sea broke down the weakened dykes. 
Bursting in, it covered up the whole town. 

Over the spot where Stavoren once 
stood the waves now glitter in the bright 
sun light or plunge and dash when the 
cold winds come sweeping in from the sea. 

Boatmen come rowing up from the des¬ 
olate little fishing town which now bears 
the name of the ancient city. When the 
waters are smooth they rest upon their 
oars to point out far beneath them the 
spires and turrets and palaces of Sta¬ 
voren. 

The streets of the old town as it lies 
beneath the waves, once so populous, are 
deserted. The market place is empty. 
No sound is to be heard except when some 
inquiring fish, swimming through the 
belfries, strikes one of the bells with his 
tail. Then there is heard a sad sound 
which seems to be tolling the knell of the 
sunken city. 


THE BIRD OE PARADISE 


There once lived in the monastery at 
Heisterbach a kindly monk, of great learn¬ 
ing and simple manners. He had studied 
for many years that he might settle some 
doubts that troubled him. 

He had observed that people grow tired 
of even the best of things. They desire 
to behold new scenes, to hear new music, 
and to taste new dishes. 

‘T wonder if it will be so in Heaven,” 
he said to himself. ‘^Shall we not grow 
weary of beauties and joys of Heaven in 
the endless flow of ages?” 

This question perplexed him sorely; but 
he was unable to answer it to his satis¬ 
faction. Wearied with the doubt, he de¬ 
cided to put it away from him if possible. 
So one beautiful sunny morning in sum- 
39 


40 


The Bird of Paradise 


mer he turned his steps toward the woods 
that stretched away for miles back of the 
monastery. 

It was such a morning as makes one 
glad to be alive. Silvery clouds were 
floating like great white ships across the 
blue sky. The gentle breeze was playing 
among the branches of the trees. Flow¬ 
ers were blooming and birds were singing 
happily everywhere. 

Earth seemed to breathe forth peace 
and joy for all mankind. Beauty and 
blessing were everywhere. Yet, with all 
this to gladden him, Alfus was not satis¬ 
fied. His heart was not at ease. 

‘‘Alashe sighed, “how all is changed! 
The rapture with which I first looked 
upon this lovely scene, is gone. The 
beauty with which it once greeted me is 
no more. Why must it be so?’^ 

As Alfus was pondering on this thought 
he wandered on, paying no attention to the 
path he was following. Hour after hour 
passed and still he walked on, until finally 


41 


The Bird of Paradise 

he became weary and decided to rest. He 
sat down on a mossy bank and began to 
look about him. 

It was a beautiful spot, and one which 
he had never visited before, although he 
thought he was familiar with every place 
in the forest. The trees were tall and 
leafy. The branches stretched out form¬ 
ing beautiful arches above him. At his 
feet were delicate ferns and wild flowers 
of many different colors. He heard the 
drowsy hum of the bee and saw a beau¬ 
tiful butterfly flitting about from flower 
to flower. 

His admiration was awakened. It 
seemed as if he saw a new beauty in the 
things about him, and he forgot that he 
was tired. Suddenly there came to him 
the song of a bird which seemed to be the 
sweetest he had ever heard. He looked 
and saw the bird perched upon a tree 
nearby. It seemed to pour forth its song 
in one strain of perfect happiness. It 
seemed so thrilling and so beautiful that 


42 The Bird of Paradise 

Alfus could not think it earthly. With 
intense delight the monk leaned back 
against the mossy bank, listening to the 
strain. The song lasted but a moment 
and ceased as suddenly as it had begun. 
Alfus desired to hear it again. He looked 
for the bird, and waited, but it was gone. 
Around him all was silence. Even the 
breeze seemed to have ceased its rustling 
among the leaves of the trees. The monk 
slowly rose and began his way back 
through the woods to the monastery. 

But how everything seemed to have 
changed. Could it be that he was in a 
part of the woods he had never visited be¬ 
fore? He, too, did not seem to be the 
same. His steps were now halting and 
slow, and all his body seemed feeble and 
stiff. As he looked at his beard he saw 
that it was gray. 

He walked on in amazement. The 
trees seemed to have become much larger 
since he had entered the forest. Even the 
bushes had grown into tall trees. He 



























































































































































































































The Bird of Paradise ’43 

wondered if he were dreaming or if he 
had lost his mind. 

Slowly and painfully he picked his way 
back through the dense forest, and after 
several hours of walking came to the open 
land. Eagerly he looked up to the mon¬ 
astery, but that too had changed. It was 
older and grayer than before and seemed 
to have increased in size. A new portion 
had been added, and the entrance gate 
was not the same which had stood there 
when he left in the morning. Everything 
looked older. 

What could have happened? He had 
been gone but a few hours, yet all the 
world had changed. It seemed as if he 
were in another century. Alfus passed 
his hand across his eyes as if to clear his 
sight and anxiously walked on. As he 
passed the fountain at the village he saw 
some women washing, but they were new 
to him; yet he had known every man 
woman and child for miles around. 
Whence had these strange faces come? 


44 


The Bird of Paradise 


‘'Look/’ cried one of them as the old 
man passed by. “This ancient monk 
wears the dress of the order, yet his face 
is new to me; I have never seen him be¬ 
fore. Who can he be?” 

To this strange remark Alfus paid no 
heed. He only hastened on the faster. 
He was beginning to doubt his senses. 
He went directly to the gate of the mon¬ 
astery. But this was much larger than it 
had been when he had left. He rang the 
bell. The sound was no longer the same. 
The silvery peal of the bell he had known 
had given place to the harsh clang of a 
much larger one. 

At length there came a young monk to 
open the door. Alfus was amazed. It 
was a stranger—a man whom he had 
never seen before. He gazed at him 
speechless. 

“What has happened,” he said. “Why 
are all things so changed? Where is 
Brother Antony? Why does he not open 
the door as usual?” 


45 


The Bird of Paradise 

'^Brother Antony!’’ exclaimed the monk. 
^'There is no such person here. I am the 
porter, and no one but me has opened this 
door for the last twenty years.’’ 

“ For a moment poor Alfus stood on the 
threshold as if petrified. Then he be¬ 
held two monks slowly passing along the 
corridor. They, too, were strangers, but 
he reached forward and clutched one of 
them by the gown. 

‘‘Brethren,” he cried in agony, “I be¬ 
seech you speak. Tell me what has hap¬ 
pened. Only a few hours ago I left the 
monastery for a quiet walk in the woods, 
and now when I come back, behold, all is 
changed. Where is the Abbot? Where 
are my companions? Is there no one 
here who remembers Alfus?” 

“Alfus—Alfus,” repeated one of the 
monks thoughtfully to himself. “There 
has been no one of that name here for a 
hundred years. There ..was once a man 
by that name in the monastery, but he dis¬ 
appeared long ago. I remember hearing 


46 The Bird of Paradise 

about him when I was a small lad, but 
whether the story is true or not, I cannot 
tell. 

‘'He went one morning, as was often 
his custom, to walk in the forest alone,’’ 
the monk went on, “and they never heard 
from him afterward. The monks sought 
for him throughout the forest day after 
day, but no trace of him could be found. 
He seemed to have vanished from the 
earth. The Abbot thought that God 
must have borne him up to Heaven in a 
chariot of fire like Elijah. He was a very 
holy man, indeed. But all this happened 
so long ago, that it may be simply a 
story.” 

At these words a sudden light seemed 
to shine in the face of poor Alfus. He 
sank to his knees and clasped his trem¬ 
bling hands as if in prayer. 

“Now I understand, O God, that a 
thousand years are but as a day in thy 
sight. A whole century passed while I 
held my breath to listen to the song of 


The Bird of Paradise 


47 


the bird—the bird which sings at the gate 
of Paradise. Forgive my doubts, O Lord, 
and grant that I may enter into thy rest.’’ 

As the monks looked at Alfus they saw 
that a great calm had settled upon his 
face. A radiant smile played about his 
lips. He sank back gently upon a settle 
and the wondering monks crowded about 
him, but to their astonishment he did not 
move, and when they looked more closely 
they saw that his pure soul had flown 
away to his Heavenly mansion, there to 
enjoy endless ages of unchanging happi¬ 
ness. 


THE BELL OF ATRI 


In olden times there lived in Italy a 
kind-hearted king. Lie was sorry for 
any trouble that came to his people, and 
did all he could to make them happy. Be¬ 
cause of his goodness the people called 
him Good King John. 

"T wish all of my people to be just,'" 
said the king. ‘'And I wish every one to 
be treated justly." 

Not all of his people were as good as 
King John himself. Many did wrongs to 
their neighbors. And the neighbors com¬ 
plained to the good King. 

‘T will set up a great bell in the market 
place," said the King at last. “If any one 
is wronged, let him ring the bell. He 
shall have justice." 

So the King had a large bell set up in 
the market place, where any one could 
48 


The Bell of Atri 49 

ring it. Then he appointed a good judge 
to right the people’s wrongs. 

Many people rang the bell in the years 
that followed. All received justice and 
went away happy. The bell was used so 
much that the rope was worn away little 
by little. At last it became so short that 
many people could not reach it. Then 
some one fastened a piece of grape vine 
to the rope. 

Now, there lived in Atri an old Knight. 
In his younger days he had loved to hunt, 
and had kept many horses and dogs. 
Now he could hunt no more, and so sold 
all his horses except the one he had liked 
best. 

It happened that the old Knight began 
to think of nothing but money. He 
wished to be very rich. 

^'What is the use of keeping this one 
horse?” he asked himself. “He does 
nothing but eat and sleep. It costs too 
much to keep him. I will turn him out 
to look after himself.” 


50 


The Bell of Atri 

So the faithful old horse was turned 
out into the street. It was in the dry, hot 
summer, and there was little grass to be 
found. The horse wandered about under 
the burning sun, getting a bite here and 
a bite there. 

In his wandering he came finally to the 
market place. He saw the vine hanging 
to the bell rope. 

'These leaves,’’ he thought, "are better 
than nothing, though they are withered.” 

He began to pull at the withered leaves. 
The very first pull set the great bell to 
ringing loudly. The poor horse was so 
hungry that he paid no attention to the 
ringing. He kept on eating, and the bell 
rang louder and louder. 

The judge heard the sounds, and won¬ 
dered who was ringing the bell so loudly. 
He put on his robe and hurried to the 
market place. 

He was greatly surprised when he saw 
who had rung the bell. He felt sorry for 
the poor creature, however. 


The Bell of Atri 


51 


‘^Even the dumb beast/’ he murmured, 
^‘shall have justice. This is the horse of 
the Knight of Atri.” 

A large crowd of people had gathered 
in a few minutes. They told the judge 
the story of the old horse. Their stories, 
however, did not agree. The judge, 
therefore, decided to call the Knight him¬ 
self. 

The heartless old Knight said that the 
horse was useless to him, and that he 
could not take care of him any longer. 
It cost too much money. 

‘‘Did he not always do his duty by you ?” 
asked the judge. “Did he ever refuse to 
carry you to the hunt, or to bring you 
safely home?” 

The old Knight had to confess that the 
horse had always been faithful. 

“The law decides, then,” cried the 
judge, “that you shall provide him shelter 
and food as long as he lives.” 

At this decision all the people clapped 
their hands and shouted loudly. 




The Bell of Atri 


The old Knight ordered his servant to 
lead the horse back to the stable. The 
people followed, cheering, because even a 
dumb animal could get justice. 

The fame of the bell of Atri spread 
abroad through all Italy. 

To-day people know very little about the 
other things that Good King John did. 
They simply remember him as the king 
who set up the bell of justice at Atri. 


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THE POT OF PIOT PORRIDGE 


In the beautiful land of Switzerland is 
a little town named Zurich. Not far from 
here is the larger city of Strasburg. The 
people of Zurich had long looked with 
envy on* the larger city and wanted to be¬ 
come a part of it. At last they decided to 
send an appeal to the magistrates. This 
they did, but the great magistrate of Stras¬ 
burg bluntly refused the honor of such a 
union. 

‘^Zurich is of no importance,’’ they said, 
^'and besides it is too far away to be of 
any help in time of need.” 

When the councilors of Zurich heard 
the Strasburger’s answer, they were very 
angry, indeed. They even talked of chal¬ 
lenging the great magistrates. 

'‘No,” said the youngest of the Zurich 

53 . 


54 The Pot of Hot Porridge 

councilors, will make them eat their 
words. I pledge you my honor that I 
shall bring you a different answer before 
long.’’ 

The other councilors were glad to be 
relieved of the matter, so they agreed and 
returned leisurely to their dwellings. The 
youngest councilor went home in a great 
hurry. He went at once to the kitchen 
and selected the biggest pot there. 

'‘What are you going to do with that?” 
asked his wife. 

"You will see,” he replied. "Fill it with 
as much oatmeal as it will contain and 
cook it as quickly as possible.” 

His wife wondered much at this strange 
command, but she bade her servants build 
a roaring fire. This they did and soon 
the great pot of oatmeal was cooking. 
Then such a time as they had stirring the 
oatmeal to keep it from burning. 

In the meantime, the youngest councilor 
ran down to the quay and prepared the 
swiftest vessel. He collected a number 


The Pot of Plot Porridge 55 

of the best oarsmen and when all was 
ready, bade two of them accompany him 
home. 

He sprang breathless into the kitchen. 
The oatmeal was ready. 

''Come boys,’’ he cried, "lift the vessel 
from the fire and run down to the boat 
with it.” 

He followed them closely and saw it 
placed in the boat. Then, turning to the 
men, he exclaimed, 

"Now, lads, row with all your might. 
We are bound to prove to those stupid old 
Strasburgers that we are near enough to 
serve them a hot supper in case of need.” 

Aroused by these words, the youths 
bent to the oars. The vessel shot down 
the Simwat, Aar, and Rhine, leaving 
town, village, and farms in its wake. 
Never did it stop once till it reached the 
quay at Strasburg. 

The councilor sprang ashore and bade 
the two youths follow with the huge pot. 
He strode into the council hall and had 


56 The Pot of Hot Porridge 

them set it before the assembled magis¬ 
trates. 

''Gentlemen, Zurich sends you a warm 
answer to your cold refusal,’’ he exclaimed. 

With open mouths the Strasburgers 
gazed at the still steaming pot. When 
the young Zuricher explained how it got 
there they laughed heartily. They were 
so amused with the wit and promptitude 
of their neighbors that they voted at once 
to grant their request. 

The papers for the alliance were signed 
and sealed. Then the great magistrates 
called for spoons and ate every bit of the 
oatmeal. They called it excellent, and it 
proved hot enough to burn more than one 
councilor’s mouth. 

Ever since then this huge iron pot has 
been known as the "pot of alliance.” It 
has been carefully kept in the town hall 
of Strasburg, where it can still be seen. 


THE SILVER BELL 


In the ancient city of Speyer, there 
were in olden times two great bells. Nei¬ 
ther one of these was ever rung by human 
hands, but it is said that an angel came 
down from Heaven at night to ring one 
of these bells whenever a person died. 

One of the bells was of iron. It was 
rung whenever the soul of a sinful person 
took its flight. The other bell was of pure 
silver. It had been placed in the tower 
by a baron. He had erected it with the 
understanding that it should never be 
rung until there came a person who really 
loved his fellow men. 

When this bell was erected it was muf¬ 
fled by many bands, so that it could give 
forth no sound until it had been placed 
carefully in the tower. • 

It was agreed also, that if no person 

SI 


58 


The Silver Bell 


who truly loved his fellow men should be 
found within the space of thirty-three 
years, the bell should forever remain si¬ 
lent. It was to be a witness against the 
unkindness of men. 

The thirty-three years were now almost 
completed, and no one had been found in 
the whole country of whom it could be 
said that he unselfishly loved his fellows. 
Many kind deeds had been done; many 
brave and noble services had been per¬ 
formed ; but when examined closely, there 
always seemed to be some selfish motive 
behind them. 

The people of the valley had looked 
longingly day after day at this bell, and 
had hoped and prayed that some one 
might appear for whom the bell could be 
rung. All longed to hear its silver 
sound. It was said to give forth the most 
enchanting music. But the summers and 
winters came and went. 

The young people who had seen the bell 
placed in the tower had grown old. They 


The Silver. Bell 


59 


had waited and waited, and hope began to 
sink in their hearts. They began to think 
that they should never hear the sound of 
the silver bell. 

An awful pestilence broke out in the 
land. There was no one who knew how 
to save the wretched people. Gloom set¬ 
tled down over the whole city. It seemed 
to be threatened with utter destruction. 

Again there were deeds of mercy done; 
again hearts bled with sympathy for their 
fellows; again people strove to find out 
someone who was truly unselfish in his 
charity. But upon examination it was 
found that people pitied their friends, and 
neglected their enemies. They wept for 
those near them, but were thoughtless of 
those whom they did not know. Fathers 
and mothers were brave to protect their 
own children, but careless about the chil¬ 
dren of other people. So, though there 
were many noble deeds done, it was found 
that they were not the result of a deep 
love for mankind in general. 


5o 


The Silver Bell 


During all this time the iron bell rang 
almost continually. It rang by day, and 
it rang by night, until hope and cheerful¬ 
ness were gone, and despair and fear set¬ 
tled down upon every household. 

The King of this land was a handsome 
youth, who had just come to the throne. 
He had always had everything that his 
heart could desire; and was not trained to 
bear hardships or to sympathize with the 
suffering of others. No one hoped to 
find comfort in him, or relief from de¬ 
spair. 

At night, however, when the city was 
sunk to its fitful rest, this young king 
knelt in prayer for the poor and the 
wretched, and then rose to answer his 
prayer by his own hand. With food and 
clothes he loaded his horse and went forth 
alone through the city, disguised as a 
peasant. 

Night after night he passed through 
the dark and wretched streets, carrying 
his treasures to distribute among the 


The Silver. Belt 


6i 


poor. From evening until daybreak he 
labored alone to relieve the suffering of 
his people. Then as the last shadows 
fled he returned to his palace gate. 

The people at last began to hope that a 
truly unselfish soul had appeared. They 
had, however, very little time to think of 
this matter or of the silver bell because of 
their wretchedness. The thought, how¬ 
ever, that there was some one to care for 
them was a source of comfort to many. 
Joy was awakened in their hearts, and joy 
brought strength to them, until at last peo¬ 
ple returned to forge and field to perform 
their usual labors. 

The man, however, who had come to 
them in their need had remained con¬ 
cealed. No one had found out or even 
suspected who he was. Many thought 
that an angel had come to them. Many 
others believed that it was the work of 
some good soul, and hoped to find out who 
it was. They began to believe that the 
silver bell might yet be rung. 


62 


The Silver Bell 


At last they went to the king and be¬ 
sought him to issue a proclamation, in 
order that he might find out the person 
who had bestowed so many bounties upon 
them. 

''Surely,” they said, "a truly unselfish 
soul has been among us, although we 
know not who he is.” 

"My good people,” replied the king, "be 
contented. Should it not be enough that 
God has sent his servant to you in the 
hour of your need?” 

"This king,” they murmured, "in his 
wealth and power, enjoying the blessings 
of youth, has not known what we have 
suffered, and therefore cannot appreciate 
our gratitude. While we were starving 
in our hovels, he was sitting in his castle, 
quaffing wine. We can expect nothing 
from him.” 

"At least,” clamored others, "let the 
great bell be rung, for the thirty-three 
years are now almost over. We shall 


The Silver Bell 63 

never hear its notes of gladness unless it 
be rung today/’ 

‘"No,” replied the king still, ''but if you 
will, go and pray that the Lord may send 
His angel down to ring the bell, if in His 
perfect knowledge he sees a being who is 
worthy of the honor.” 

That night many people waited before 
the church, praying that God in His good¬ 
ness might send a spirit from on high to 
ring the silver bell. 

The night slowly passed away, and lo, 
the sun’s first rays were just about to 
come up over the mountains. Suddenly 
the sun seemed to pause; the dusk con¬ 
tinued. Then there came, as it were, a 
splendor from the clouds, the brightness 
of which rested on the church and its 
tower. The waiting multitude all looked 
up in astonishment. The bell began to 
peal. It sent forth its angelic notes— 
notes such as no human being had ever 
heard before. The waiting people were 


The Silver Bell 


64 

enraptured. It seemed to them as if all 
the Heavenly Host were singing for joy. 

The song of the bell was of peace and 
good will toward men. The sounds 
echoed and re-echoed among the moun¬ 
tains, and were borne away to the farthest 
valleys. 

Just as the first light of the sun peeped 
up over the horizon, the splendors faded 
from the tower and in their stead there 
appeared the figure of a man clad in light. 
Across the tower there seemed to be a row 
of letter^. The people looked up and 
read: “Behold, the man who loved truly 
his fellow men.’’ 

Then everyone fell to his knees, for 
there stood the figure of their King. 
Their hearts died within them, when they 
remembered how harshly they had spoken 
of him: but they rejoiced at the same time 
to know that it was he. They all rose up 
and went in haste to honor him whom 
they had scorned of late. 

When they reached the palace gate, 


The Silver Bell 


65 


however, they were not permitted to enter. 
The angel who had rung the bell had en¬ 
tered the palace before them, and had 
taken away with him the imperial soul 
that had unselfishly loved his fellow men. 


THE TWO BAKER BOYS 


Many, many years ago the people in 
Germany lived in little towns with high 
walls around them. They built walls 
around their towns because they had 
quarrels with other towns. The walls 
protected them against their enemies. 

Sometimes people kept bee-hives on the 
high walls. The bees could fly away into 
the fields outside and gather honey. 
There were not many flowers inside the 
city to get honey from. 

One morning two baker boys were 
hungry. They had to get up very early. 
Some fine rolls had just been taken from 
the oven. The boys thought it would be 
fine to have some rolls and honey. 

''Let’s go up on the walls and get some 
honey out of one of the hives/’ said 
John. 


66 


67 


The Two Baker Boys 

‘^But the bees will sting tis/^ answered 
James. ^‘Besides the watchman on the 
walls might see us. Then we would be in 
trouble of another kind.” 

John, however, persuaded James to go. 
The two boys stole out of the shop, and 
ran across the street. 

In a few minutes they were creeping 
up the stairs that led to the top of the 
wall. 

There was no watchman to be seen. 
He had gotten sleepy probably, and had 
gone somewhere to rest. But there was 
a noise coming from somewhere. 

The boys listened, but all was quiet 
again. They made their way quietly 
along the wall till they came to the hives. 

Then they covered their faces and got 
ready to rob the bees of their treasure. 
John was just lifting the top from one of 
the hives, when he heard another strange 
noise. He dropped the hive hurriedly. 

The noise seemed to come from the out¬ 
side of the wall. The boys looked over, 


68 The Two Baker Boys 

and saw a small army. It was the people 
of Linz, who had come to attack the town. 

Both boys were terribly frightened at 
first. They saw, however, that some¬ 
thing must be done to save the town. 

^'Janies,’’ said John, ‘'you run yonder 
and ring the bell. I will tumble the bee¬ 
hives down on their heads.’’ 

James did as he was told. John pushed 
a hive over the wall. It fell on the 
leader’s head and went to pieces. The 
bees were angry at being disturbed in this 
way. They flew at the men and stung 
their hands and faces, so that they were 
glad to run away. 

Another bee-hive came tumbling down 
and then another. And the angry bees 
put the whole army to flight. 

By this time the bell had called the 
people out to defend the town. But the 
army had already departed. The two 
boys and the bees had saved the town. 

The boys were not punished. Instead 
the people praised them for their wise 


The Two Baker Boys 69 

acts. It was decided to erect a monument 
in their honor. 

One of the boys afterwards became 
mayor of the city. The other was long 
known as the most famous baker of his 
time. 


THE EMPEROR’S WOOING 


The little town of Caub is very old. 
Above it in olden days rose the Castle of 
Gutenfels. Here many years ago lived 
Philip, Count of Faulkenstein and his only 
sister, Guda. This brother and sister 
were orphans, and lived together there 
happily. 

Many suitors had come to seek the hand 
of the beautiful Guda, but she was happy 
in her brother’s love and wished no other. 
Often Pihlip urged her to choose a hus¬ 
band from among the many wooers. 

''My dear sister,” he said, "the time 
may come when I shall have to leave you. 
War may break out at any time.” 

"I have no desire for any love or protec¬ 
tion except yours, my dear Philip. I have 
never seen anyone as yet who has made 
me wish to leave you.” 

70 


The Emperor^s Wooing 71 

Count Philip and Guda used to be a great 
deal together; where one went the other, 
went, too. So when the great tourna¬ 
ment was held at Cologne they set out to¬ 
gether to see it. The tournament was 
attended by a large number of knights. 
One of them seemed to be greatly at¬ 
tracted by Guda’s beauty. He had won 
all the prizes in the contest, and yet re¬ 
mained unknown to everyone except the 
bishop. 

The manners and conversation of the 
unknown knight pleased everyone, and 
especially the Count of Faulkenstein. So 
much was he charmed by the bearing of 
the victorious knight that he invited him 
to visit his castle at Gutenfels. This in¬ 
vitation the knight eagerly accepted. 

Philip and Guda welcomed him warmly 
and were very much delighted with their 
new friend. The stranger’s admiration 
for Guda became more and more plain; 
day by day he grew fonder of the beauti¬ 
ful girl. 


72 The Emperor^s Wooing 

''1 should delight in lingering here for¬ 
ever/' he said at last 

This, however, could not be, for there 
was a great war in Germany. The Em¬ 
peror had died leaving no heir, so there 
were many who claimed the right to the 
throne. Richard of Cornwall had most 
supporters. Many of the nobles had de¬ 
clared for him, and were ready to take up 
arms in his behalf. 

Among those who departed for the war 
was Philip Faulkenstein. He set out, 
leaving behind him his guest, who prom¬ 
ised to follow within three days, to fight 
by his side. 

'‘Before I go," he declared, 'T must re¬ 
ceive a certain message."* 

Two days later the message came. In 
the meantime the knight had won Guda's 
love and her promise to wait for him 
until his return. So Guda was left alone 
in the Castle of Gutenfels. Many hours 
she spent thinking about her absent lover 
and wishing for his return. 


(The Emperor^s Wooing 73 

At last the war was ended and her 
brother came back, yet Guda was not 
happy. She began to grow anxious, for 
she had received no tidings from her 
knight. 

Weeks passed by. The anxious days 
stole the color from her cheeks. At last 
she withdrew to her chamber in sorrow, 
for she was sure that her knight was dead. 
She did not even wish to appear when the 
new Emperor, Richard of Cornwall came 
to visit her brother at the castle. 

When the Imperial Guest came he was 
clad from head to foot in heavy armor. 
He refused even to raise his vizor. 

'T have come,^’ he said, '^on a personal 
errand. I have often heard of the great 
beauty of your sister Guda and I wish to 
make her Empress.’^ 

Philip was overjoyed at the prospect of 
such a happy marriage for his sister. 
Joyfully he bore the Emperor’s offer to 
her. 

''Alas, my brother,” she said, "it is im- 


74 The Emperor^s Wooing 

possible for me to accept the Emperor’s 
love; mine belongs to another/' 

When her reply was carried to the 
Emperor, he listened calmly, without the 
least sign of displeasure. 

“May I," he said, “have the pleasure of 
beholding the lady? Perhaps I may be 
able to win a more favorable answer.” 

With vizor still lowered, and speaking 
in muffled tones, the Emperor addressed 
Guda. 

“Why, fair lady, do you refuse the suit 
of your Emperor? Forget your former 
lover; he is either dead or faithless.” 

“Sire,” she replied, “you do me the 
greatest honor in the world, yet can I not 
accept it. I must remain true to him to 
whom I have given my love. He may be 
dead, but I am sure he is not faithless.” 

At this the Emperor threw up his vizor 
and clasped Guda in his arms. As she 
looked into his bright face, she recognized 
him who had won her love as a simple 
knight. 



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SHe no longer refused to listen to his 
suit. Soon afterward she married Rich¬ 
ard Cornwall and became Empress of 
Germany. 


THE MAGIC RING 


Charlemange was king of France and 
emperor of Germany. He had married a 
beautiful eastern princess, whose name 
was Frastrada. His love for her was so 
great that his only thought was to give 
her happiness. All wondered at his de¬ 
votion, but none suspected the cause. 

Frastrada had a wonderful gold ring. 
On it were inscribed mystic signs. 
Frastrada wore the ring continually, and 
it was this magic talisman that had 
worked such a charm. 

But the new queen did not long enjoy 
her power. A great illness overtook her. 
During this time she thought often of the 
magic treasure and feared it would pass 
into other hands. So she slipped the ring 
from her finger into her mouth and quietly 
breathed her last. 


76 


77 


The Magic Ring 

The Emperor was quite overcome with 
grief. He refused to have the queen 
taken to the cathedral, but stayed con¬ 
stantly by her side. 

In vain the councilors and courtiers 
plead with him. In vain Turpin, the 
prime minister, told him that the people 
had need of him. He refused to leave the 
chamber where the queen lay, or to par¬ 
take of food. At last he fell asleep at his 
post. 

Turpin felt convinced that the queen 
possessed some charm, so he stole noise¬ 
lessly to her bedside. After some time he 
found the ring. He concealed it in his 
own clothing, and sat down to wait for 
Charlemange to awaken. 

Soon the Emperor opened his eyes. 
He turned from the queen with a shudder. 

‘Turpin, my faithful friend!’’ he cried, 
as he threw himself in the arms of the 
prime minister. “Your presence is like 
balm to my wounded heart! You shall 
remain by my side forever!” 


78 


The Magic Ring 

From that time on, Turpin was forced 
to accompany Charlemange wherever he 
went. The courtiers wondered at Tur¬ 
pin’s influence. Many of them were quite 
jealous. As for poor Turpin, he was 
wearied beyond all expression. He could 
find no rest either by night or by day. 
Vainly he sought for some plan by which 
he might rid himself of the troublesome 
gem. 

At length it happened that Charle¬ 
mange and Turpin set out from the palace 
of Ingelheim on a journey to the north. 
They camped one night in a great forest. 
While his master lay asleep Turpin left 
the camp and wandered out into the 
moonlight alone. Not once before, since 
he had found the ring, had he been free 
from the Emperor. 

His heart swelled with a feeling of re¬ 
lief as he plunged into the pathless forest. 
On and on he wandered, trying to think 
of some way to rid himself of the trouble- 


79 


The Magic Ring 

some ting. Like Frastrada, he did not 
want anyone else to come into possession 
of it and thus get such an influence over 
the Emperor. 

After long wandering he found himself 
at the opening of a beautiful glade. Be¬ 
fore him lay a quiet pool embosomed in 
the dark woods. The moonlight flooded 
the retired spot and shone like silver over 
the deep and quiet waters. 

Turpin was lost in admiration. He sat 
down on a stone and feasted his eyes in 
silence on the peaceful beauty of the 
scene. Soon the thought of the magic 
ring came to disturb his happiness. 

^What shall I do with it?’’ he groaned. 

He drew it from its hiding place in his 
breast and examined it closely. 

‘"Ah!” he muttered, ''what is this I 
see?” 

He noticed by the pale light of the moon 
that the ring bore something else beside 
the strange signs. On it was the image 


8 o 


The Magic Ring 


of a tiny swan. He looked at it in amaze¬ 
ment ; for he had never seen the swan be¬ 
fore. 

He started up, then stopped suddenly. 

‘Why not?’’ he asked himself. “Those 
deep and quiet waters would soon close 
over and conceal the ring forever.’^ 

A moment later the jewel flashed be¬ 
neath the rays of the moon. A slight 
splash was borne along by the night air. 
Ever widening ripples broke the mirror- 
like surface of the pool. In the distance 
a snowy swan appeared sailing with 
stately calm over the ruffled waters. 

Delighted to be rid of the hateful jewel, 
Turpin now made his way back to the 
tent. Charlemange was awake and 
greeted him as in the days of old. The 
charm was broken. 

The morning sun rose bright and clear. 
The Emperor, however, became restless. 
He proposed that they tarry in the spot 
another day and hunt in the forest. Tur¬ 
pin agreed, and soon the forest echoes 





































































The Magic Ring 81 

were awakened by the clangor of the 
hunting horns. 

A royal stag was started from covert. 
Closely the huntsmen and hounds fol¬ 
lowed it. At last, panting and exhausted, 
it was brought to bay in a remote glade, 
—the very place which Turpin had visited 
the night before. 

Charlemange had been foremost in the 
chase all the morning. Now he sat mo¬ 
tionless in his saddle, gazing in spell- 
" bound admiration at the sunny stretch of 
water. He observed the reflection of the 
blue sky, and the swans gliding over its 
smooth surface. 

‘^Ah! how beautiful!’^ he exclaimed. 
‘T would fain linger here forever.^' 

Then he dismounted and threw himself 
down upon the smooth grass by the edge 
of the pool. There he remained in 
dreamy content all day long. 

At last the shadows began to lengthen. 
The glow of the setting sun was reflected 
in the miniature lake. Charlemange was 


82 The Magic Ring 

so enchanted with the scene that he vowed 
to build a castle there. The vow was 
kept, and the structure that arose was the 
beginning of Charlemange’s capital and 
favorite city, Aix-la-Chapelle. 

When many years had passed, death 
came to the great Emperor. He was laid 
at rest in the cathedral vault, not far from 
the spot he loved so well. 

Strangers visiting Aix-la-Chapelle are 
told not to visit the magic pool by moon¬ 
light. At the mystic hour when Turpin 
dropped the ring into, the quiet waters, 
the spell recovers all its former powers. 
Accordingly, should any one visit it at 
that time, his longing heart would always 
lead him back to the charmed spot, how¬ 
ever far away he might be wandering in 
the wide world. 


CHARLEMAGNE’S GENEROSITY 


Charlemagne had had a new palace 
built for him in a beautiful spot near the 
Rhine. When it was completed he went 
to visit it. The first night that he slept 
in the palace, a very strange incident oc¬ 
curred. An angel came and stood by his 
bedside. 

‘"Arise,” it seemed to say to him, 
“arise, go forth and enter secretly the 
house of Arnot.” 

The Emperor was so astonished at this 
command that he did not know what to 
to. He could scarcely believe that such 
an order could come from an angel, so 
he did not move, but the command was 
repeated, and then repeated again. 

When the angel commanded him the 
third time to go and enter secretly the 
house of Arnot, he arose, went quietly to 

83 


.84 Charlemagne*s Generosity 

his stable, saddled his horse himself, and 
rode silently out into the darkness, in the 
direction of the home of Arnot, one of his 
most trusted ministers. 

As he was going along the dark way 
thoughtfully, he heard someone approach¬ 
ing, and he soon perceived that it was a 
knight clad in dark armor. Charlemagne 
could think of no good mission upon which 
a man could be riding at such an hour; so 
he challenged the man. 

‘'Whither goest thou, and upon what 
mission at this hour of the night T* he de¬ 
manded. 

The knight did not answer, but put 
spurs to his horse and charged upon the 
Emperor. Seeing this movement, the Em¬ 
peror did likewise, and the two met with 
a violent shock. Both were unhorsed, 
and in the hand to hand conflict which 
followed, the Emperor got the better of. 
the unknown knight and brought him to 
the ground. With his sword at the 
throat of the knight he demanded his name. 
















































































































































































































































































Charlemagne^s Generosity 85 

am Elbegast/' he replied, ‘'a notori¬ 
ous robber knight, and have committed 
many a bold deed. Thou art the first that 
has had power to overcome me.^^ 

^‘Arise,’^ said the Emperor, without 
telling who he was, ''and come with me. 
I am on a mission like thine own.’^ 

Without hesitating, the robber knight 
joined his conqueror. 

"I have vowed,^’ said the Emperor, "not 
to return home until I have broken into 
the house of the Emperor’s most trusted 
minister.” So sayings he led the way to 
the house of Arnot. 

Elbegast was not long in gaining en¬ 
trance. Bidding his companion wait for 
him outside, he stole noiselessly into the 
house. 

As he approached the bed room of the 
minister, the sound of voices in earnest 
conversation came to his ears. He lis¬ 
tened, and heard the minister disclose to 
his wife a plan for the murder of the Em¬ 
peror on the following day. 


86 Charlemagne*s Generosity 


Forgetting the purpose for which he 
had come to the house, the knight made 
his way hastily back to his companion and 
besought him to go at once to Charle¬ 
magne and inform him of the coming 
danger. 

‘1, myself would gladly go to save the 
Emperor's life, but I would surely get into 
trouble, because of my many evil deeds, 
and more than likely the Emperor would 
not believe me. But whatever I have 
done, I hold great admiration for the man 
who has never been conquered in battle, 
and who has always worked for the good 
of his people.’’ 

Then Charlemagne and Elbegast parted, 
one returning to his stronghold in the 
mountains and the other retracing his 
steps slowly and thoughtfully to his pal¬ 
ace. 

On the morrow the ministers attempted 
to carry out the plot which they had 
formed against the Emperor; but their 
plans were thwarted. Charlemagne took 


Charlemagne^s Generosity 87 

all of them into custody and they confessed 
their plot against him. 

Charlemagne, however, was of a 
noble and generous nature, and pardoned 
all those who had conspired against him. 
This generosity on his part made them so 
ashamed of their plot that they vowed to 
serve him ever afterward with all true 
loyalty. And it is said that every one of 
them kept his promise faithfully. 

Charlemagne then set his mind upon 
reforming Elbegast, and sent a messenger 
to him, requesting him to come to the 
palace. 

‘T, Charlemagne, Emperor of Ger¬ 
many,’’ his message ran, ''would speak 
privately with Elbegast, the robber 
knight, and promise him safe conduct to 
and from the castle.” 

Elbegast came to the palace in response 
to the request of Charlemagne, and was 
admitted to the private council chamber. 
Soon a man entered, clad in armor; and 
Elbegast recognized the knight who had 


88 Charlemagne^s Generosity 

been his companion on the adventure to 
the house of Arnot. 

“Elbegast/’ said Charlemagne, ‘^you 
recognize me and yet you do not know 
me. 

Then Charlemagne raised his visor, and 
the knight saw that he was standing in 
the presence of the Emperor. 

‘‘You have done me,’’ went on the Em¬ 
peror, “faithful duty, and I am ever in 
need of faithful servants, and offer you 
a place among my retainers. A man of 
your courage and skill is worthy of a place 
in the Emperor’s service.” 

Elbegast was so moved that he could 
scarcely speak. Charlemagne was the 
only man who had ever been able to dis¬ 
arm him, and he therefore admired him 
greatly. More than this, the kindness of 
the Emperor appealed to him. Accord¬ 
ingly he willingly forsook his evil way 
of life and became a devoted follower of 
the Emperor. 


THE SILVER BRIDGE 


There was a spot on the Rhine near 
the little hamlet of Kempten that Charle¬ 
magne, the great Emperor, always loved. 
There the sun seemed ever to shine more 
brightly than elsewhere; there the air was 
balmiest; and there the quiet and peace¬ 
fulness always calmed his spirit, and filled 
it with joy. 

To this place he seemed always to come 
when he was worried with matters of 
state. When he returned from a journey 
or a war, he always paid his first visit to 
this lovely spot. 

All his life long, this was the favorite 
spot^^of the great Emperor. He loved to 
see it by daylight, and he loved it by moon¬ 
light. Often did he wander there at 
night, when all the rest of the world was 
asleep. The green hills-, the vineclad 
89 


90 The Silver Bridge 

slopes, and the pleasant glades were more 
soothing to him than sleep. 

He even desired to be buried in this 
place, but his people would not have it so; 
and the great man was buried in state in 
the beautiful cathedral that he had built 
at Aix-la-Chapelle. 

But even after death his spirit longed 
to visit the spot that had brought so much 
peace into his life. It is said that his 
spirit visits the place yearly in the late 
summer time, even to this day. 

On the most beautiful moonlight night 
of all the year, people say, Charlemagne 
leaves his tomb in the great cathedral and 
comes to this quiet valley of the Rhine. 
He comes not to do harm, nor simply to 
rest and enjoy the place. His purpose is 
to bless the spot which was such a blessing 
to him during his life. 

On the nights when Charlemagne’s 
spirit visits the place, the silvery moon¬ 
beams may be seen to make a fairy bridge 
across the river. On this bridge the great 







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91 


The Silver Bridge 

monarch’s spirit passes across the Rhine. 

He glides back and forth, bestowing his 
blessing on everything in the neighbor¬ 
hood. Every little village, every cottage, 
every hill and valley, the vineyards, the 
shore, and the great peaceful river itself 
—all receive his blessing. • 

Last of all he visits the palace which he 
built here and called Ingelheim, or Angel’s 
Home. From here he returns to his rest 
again. 

The people in this little valley are said 
to be more prosperous than those of any 
other locality along the Rhine. They are 
also more happy and more healthy. 
Their vineyards are always richly laden 
with beautiful clusters of grapes. 

If at any time their vineyards do not 
bear, the people know that for some mys¬ 
terious reason the spirit of Charlemagne 
failed to pay the yearly visit. They look 
forward, however, to the coming year, 
knowing that their harvest will be greater 
than ever. 


92 


The Silver Bridge 


The great spirit of the Emperor never 
fails them two years together. So cen¬ 
tury after century Charlemagne has be¬ 
stowed his blessing on this country that 
he loved. On moonlight nights the peo¬ 
ple along the river will point out to you 
the silver bridge on which he passes back 
and forth over the river visiting blessing 
upon everyone. 


THE PET RAVEN 


Over the gate of the Castle of Stolzen- 
fels is the figure of a Raven. It has been 
there for several hundred years. It was 
placed there in gratitude for the help a 
pet raven had rendered the Princess at a 
time when she was in great danger. 

Othmar and Williswind were brother 
and sister. Since the death of their par¬ 
ents they had lived together in the beau¬ 
tiful castle, and had grown to love each 
other dearly. They were always to¬ 
gether. 

The time came when war broke out, 
and Othmar was called away. His going 
grieved Williswind sorely. Now she 
would have no one but the servants with 
her in the great Castle. 

''My dear brother,’^ she exclaimed, 
"what shall I do without you?'' 

93 


94 


The Pet Raven 


^'Sister mine/' replied Othmar, ‘'I 
grieve to leave you thus alone, but you 
know it is impossible for me to do other¬ 
wise." 

Othmar took with him all the able bod¬ 
ied men. Only the old men, women and 
children were left at home to protect his 
sister. 

In those days many lawless robber 
knights roamed through the forests, do¬ 
ing whatever pleased them. Afraid of 
these, Williswind ordered that the Castle 
gates should be kept closed all the time. 

One evening as she sat in the great hall 
of the Castle with her servants about her, 
a trumpet sounded at the gate. The 
women stopped their spinning, and the 
men ceased their polishing of arms and 
armor. The Warder entered announc¬ 
ing that there was a pilgrim at the gate 
begging for shelter. 

''Admit him at once," said Williswind. 

In a few moments the Warder returned, 
accompanied by the pilgrim. 


The Pet Raven 


95 


welcome to our cheer, stranger. 
Such as we have we give freely,'' said 
Willis wind. 

“Thanks, fair lady, for your kindness," 
replied the stranger, glancing about the 
room. 

The pilgrim was clad in worn gar¬ 
ments, yet did not seem like a beggar. At 
times cruelty and cunning appeared in his 
face. Secretly he looked about as if to 
examine every part of the castle. His 
strange manner caused Williswind great 
uneasiness. The thought came to her 
that he might possibly be a robber knight 
in disguise. 

In the morning, however, the pilgrim 
departed peaceably, and the young prin¬ 
cess felt calm once more. The days 
passed quietly by and Williswind began 
to look forward to her brother's return. 
One morning the pilgrim suddenly re¬ 
turned, but not this time in pilgrims gar¬ 
ments. He was clad in full armor, and 
came with a large number of followers. 


96 


The Pet Raven 


''I come/' he said, ‘'to demand the hand 
of the Princess Williswind in marriage, 
and if she denies me I will take her by 
force." 

“I beseech you," replied Williswind, 
“depart and leave me in peace. I have 
love for none but my brother, and desire 
only to be left here with my servants to 
await quietly his return." 

But the evil knight only repeated his 
demand, saying that he would return in 
three days for an answer. If at the end 
of that time Williswind did not consent 
freely, he would take the Castle by force 
and carry her away. 

What was to be done? Her brother 
was too far away to come to her aid. She 
decided, however, to send a message to 
him, asking him to come at once. 

Knowing that it would be unsafe for 
the princess to remain in the Castle the 
old Warder persuaded Williswind to set 
out for a Convent, which was not many 
miles away. 





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The robber knight, however, had left 
spies all about the castle and the princess 
had not gone very far with her followers, 
when they were overtaken by the knight 
himself. 

The servants with Williswind fought 
bravely, but they were soon overcome. 
The bold knight carried Williswind and 
her maid off to a lonely tower in the 
woods. 

''Here I shall leave you,’^ he said; "but 
I will return in three days to receive your 
answer.^^ 

Then he locked the heavy door, and left 
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98 


The Pet Raven 


iously. They looked through the barred 
windows. The hours seemed days. Sud¬ 
denly Willis wind gave a cry of joy. 

‘'Oh, look,’' she said, “yonder is my pet 
raven.” 

She whistled to the raven. It recog¬ 
nized her voice and came at once. She 
and Othmar had spent many happy hours 
together, teaching the raven to do vari¬ 
ous things. Among other things, it had 
learned to bring berries. 

The bird at once seemed to understand 
everything, and went out into the woods. 
Soon it returned with a few berries. 
Back and forth it went during the whole 
day, bringing berries to the two hungry 
girls. The next day and the day after, 
it kept them supplied with this kind of 
food. 

On the third day the robber knight re¬ 
appeared. He felt sure that Williswind 
would by this time be ready to agree to 
accept him, but his hope was in vain. 


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99 


The food which the bird had brought had 
increased her courage. 

'‘Not for all the wealth of India/’ she 
said, "would I consent to your proposal.” 

Angrily the knight rode away, declar¬ 
ing that he would return again in three 
days more. The time passed very slowly 
in the gloomy tower. In spite of the 
raven’s faithful visits, the girls became 
faint and weak from hunger. 

On the sixth day Willis wind was sit¬ 
ting at the window, watching eagerly for 
the bird’s return. Suddenly she saw the 
figure of a knight come from the thicket. 
As she looked at him, she saw that it was 
not the robber knight; his armor was en¬ 
tirely different. Hope came to her at 
once, and she called out loudly and waved 
her handkerchief through the bars. 

The knight heard the call and turned in 
the direction of the tower. Willis wind 
uttered a cry of rapture; it was her 
brother. In his haste to reach home as 


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The Pet Raven 


quickly as possible, he had taken this path 
through the forest. 

Just at this moment the robber knight 
came riding up. Seeing Othmar he chal¬ 
lenged him to fight. Down across the 
open space before the tower the two horses 
came, and met with a loud clash -in the 
center. Othmar held his saddle, but the 
robber knight was stretched upon the 
ground. 

Othmar was not a little surprised when 
he entered the old Castle to find that it 
was his beloved sister who had called to 
him from the tower. It was not long be¬ 
fore Willis wind was safe once more in the 
beautiful Castle of Stolzenfels. 

Othmar was greatly pleased at the skill 
with which the raven had provided for his 
sister, so he adopted a new Coat-of-Arms, 
with the raven as his emblem, and set the 
little figure above the gate of the Castle, 
to tell to all the world the story of the 
faithful raven. 


THE NIGHT OF THE STOLEN 
TREASURE 


Little Hans and his mother were 
standing down by the Mummelsee. It 
was a big round sheet of water, 'sur¬ 
rounded by rocky slopes. On these grew 
dark pine trees, which cast their shadows 
far out into the water. 

The water lay quietly sleeping in its 
dark bed. The stillness made little Hans 
thoughtful, and he crept close to his 
mother. 

'‘Why is the water so still?’’ he whis¬ 
pered; ''and the fish,—where are they?” 

"Listen,” answered his mother, "and I 
will tell you a story. There are no longer 
any fish in the Mummelsee; they left it 
many, many years ago. The place is 
haunted by Mummel, a great water god, 

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102 The Night of the Stolen Treasure 

and by his daughters, the beautiful water 
sprites. 

‘'Long years ago,’’ the mother went on, 
"a man committed a great crime in order 
that he might get a rich treasure. In his 
flight he came to the Mummelsee. He 
could not swim across with the bag of 
treasure! What should he do? He 
knew that he would be caught unless he 
did something at once. 

" 'Ah! I will just drop it into the edge 
of the lake,’ he said to himself. 'The 
water is dark and no one will be able to 
find the Treasure. I will hide myself in 
the thick bushes, and there I will be safe 
also.’ 

"He crawled into the bushes where they 
were thickest. But something was 
wrong; the bushes seemed like so many 
hands, that caught hold of him, and held 
him fast. He could not move. He 
struggled and struggled, but the more he 
fought against them, the more firmly they 
held on. 


The Night of the Stolen Treasure 103 

‘'He gave up the struggle, and lay quiet,^ 
looking out upon the dark water. He 
saw something that was still more 
strange. What could it be? It looked 
like the form of a giant rising from the 
water. The face was sterner than any 
he had ever seen/’ 

“What was it, mother?” asked little 
Hans; “was it a ghost?” 

“It was Mummel, the great angry god, 
who haunts the lake. He had never al¬ 
lowed his peace to be disturbed in the 
slightest way. No one could throw even 
a pebble into the lake without being pun¬ 
ished by him. 

“Now he rose out of the water; and 
seized the frightened man. The bushes 
let go their hold on him as if by magic; 
and, without saying a word the stern god 
began to sink down, down into the cold, 
black water.” 

“Oh, cried Hans’ “was the man 
drowned ?” 

“No answered his mother, “he was not 


104 Night of the Stolen Treasure 

drowned. The great god drew him 
down, down to the bottom of the lake, 
where he has a wonderful palace. In it 
there are all kinds of strange creatures.’^ 

''But what does the man do down there? 
Is he still alive?’’ 

"Yes; Mummel will not let him die; but 
keeps him, and makes him serve in the 
kitchen year after year.” 

"And does he not have any rest or any 
holidays ?” 

"He does not need rest down there, be¬ 
cause he is no longer mortal like us. But 
once a year he ceases, for a single night, 
to serve in the kitchen. He becomes a 
mortal again and comes back to earth. 

"Every year on the day on which he 
committed his crime, he puts on his 
earthly clothes and comes up. And when 
he reaches the world, he suddenly finds 
himself at the place where he stole the 
treasure. 

"He hears some one coming, and starts 
to flee with the treasure on his back. 


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Each time, he comes to the same spot on 
Mummelsee, and throws the sack into the 
lake. Just as before, too, he tries to hide 
in the bushes and is caught and held by 
them. 

‘^Every year Mummel, angry as before, 
comes up and drags the man out of the 
bushes, and draws him down to his palace 
again. 

‘^Many people have heard the strange 
noises in the bushes along the shore of the 
lake. Some of them imagine, too, that 
they have seen a strange form rising from 
the waters. They declare that on this 
night the lake is greatly disturbed. The 
wind is loud, and the bushes bend their 
heads down to the very water. 

‘'On the night when these strange 
things happen, people are careful to avoid 
the place. Although they like to go there 
at other times, they would not wish to be 
found there on the Night of the Stolen 
Treasure.’’ 


THE WATER SPRITES 


Mummel, the great angry water god, 
has many beautiful daughters. These he 
guards jealously, and will allow no one to 
see them in their maiden forms except by 
the dim moonlight. 

These beautiful water nymphs are not 
at all like their stern father. They are 
pure, and gentle and graceful and kind. 
They never do harm to anyone, and are 
not displeased if people come to visit the 
lake. Indeed they like to have people 
come to see them dance upon the water at 
night. 

These lovely creatures would gladly 
help people if their father did not guard 
them so jealously; for they are kind- 
hearted and generous. 

As it is, all they can do for mortals is 
to entertain them with their fairy dances 
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on the silvery waters of Mummelsee. On 
every moonlight night they can be seen 
flitting about on the surface of that. 

Their fairy forms are so charming that 
people who see them cannot help forget¬ 
ting their daily cares. People come to 
the lake tired and careworn in the even¬ 
ing, and go away happy and cheerful. 

All night long, till the first streaks of 
dawn, the fairy nymphs can be seen, flit¬ 
ting charmingly from wave to wave. 
Their gowns are light and flowing like 
gossamers. Their beautiful golden hair, 
too, floats lightly on the gentle breeze. 

Once or twice, it is said, daring youths 
have been drawn by their beauty, and 
have ventured into the lake to meet them. 
Every attempt, however, has been disas¬ 
trous. Mummel has caught the intruder 
and taken him down to his abode below 
the lake. There the unhappy youth has 
had to act as a servant. 

Whenever anyone attempts to come too 
close to his daughters, too, Mummel takes 


io8 The Water Sprites 

away their human shapes at once. He 
transforms them into water lilies, and 
makes them stand with bowed heads along 
the farther shore of the lake. 

Every morning, too, as soon as the first 
light of day begins to appear, the beauti¬ 
ful figures leave their fairy dance upon 
the lake. Mummel transforms them into 
their lily forms and makes them stand in 
the water along the shore. 

So the beautiful water lilies which are 
to be seen in Mummelsee are the lovely 
water sprites, daughters of Mummel. No 
one is allowed to pick one even to this day. 


THE GIANT MAIDEN 


Many years ago there lived a mighty 
race of giants. They were as tall as the 
hills, and dwelt in great castles as large 
as mountains. To them the world was a 
very small place indeed. 

These giants loved the world, however, 
and all the many beautiful things in it. 
The sunshine, the song of birds, the green 
fields, the woods, the rivers, and the blue 
sky were all charming to them. 

So it was that they used to walk a great 
deal. They used to go everywhere and 
see everything that was good to see. 
When they walked, however, they stepped 
from hilltop to hilltop. They never went 
down into the valleys. 

The king of the giants was a great and 
a good man. He was kind to his people, 
and kind to his children, and they all loved 
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The Giant Maiden 


and honored him. One of his children 
was a beautiful girl. She would soon be 
a woman, but she still loved playthings. 

Like the rest of the giants, Hilda, the 
king's daughter, liked to go walking out 
into the world. She often found most in¬ 
teresting playthings. Sometimes s*he 
would bring home a bear, or a baby ele¬ 
phant. 

One day Hilda went out for a walk. 
She had had to stay in the castle for 
several days because of the rain. This 
was a beautiful day, however, and she 
walked a long way, even for a giant's 
daughter. 

The maiden stepped over valley after 
valley, from hilltop to hilltop, till she was 
far away from home. She had never 
gone so far before. The country seemed 
quite different, and it was pleasant, too. 

At last she stopped and looked about 
her to enjoy the scene. Before her was a 
wide valley, and in it she saw many 
curious things. One of them was a man 


The Giant Maiden iii 

plowing with horses. She had never seen 
anything like that before. 

“Oh V' she cried, “what cute playthings 
they will make! They will be real live 
playthings, too. How nice the little crea¬ 
ture is that walks behind 1 And the thing 
he is holding; that will make a fine toy. 
And the other animals will be such lovely 
pets. I must have them all.'’ 

Hilda reached down into the valley and 
picked up the man, the plow, and the 
horses, and tucked them away in her 
apron. Then she went home to tell her 
father. 

“See what lovely playthings I have 
found I" she called to him, as she ran into 
the great castle. 

“My darling child," said the good King, 
“these are not playthings. You must 
take them back and leave them where you 
found them. You must never touch them 
again. This is a man, and he has a wife 
and children at home. They will be very 
sad if he does not come back to them. 


112 


The Giant Maiden 


''By and by/' he went on, "the whole 
world will be owned by little creatures 
like this man, and we shall be no more." 

The King's daughter was very sad 
when she heard these things. She did 
not want to give up such delightful play¬ 
things. But she had a kind heart, and 
she loved her father. She knew, too, that 
he understood things much better than 
she did. So she put the man, the plow, 
and the horses into her apron again, and 
took them back to the place where she 
had found them. 

The man was very happy when she set 
him down in the field again. His good 
wife, and his children were there, too; and 
they rejoiced to see him again. They 
feared something had happened to him. 

The maiden looked on for a time, 
wondering about it all. It made her glad 
to see how happy the man and his wife 
and children were. She was no longer 
sorry that she had given up her play¬ 
things, and she went home with a light 
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THE SWAN KNIGHT 


Elsa was a very beautiful girl. She 
lived with her father, the Duke of Bra¬ 
bant. Her father loved her very much, 
so they lived happily in their lovely home. 
But one day Elsa’s father died, leaving 
her all of his lands and castles. Then she 
had no one to care for her, and she was 
very unhappy indeed. 

The Duke of Brabant had had a trusted 
friend, Frederick of Telramund. He 
undertook the care of Elsa; but he did not 
guard the lonely maiden as her father 
would have wished. Indeed, this man 
tried to force her to marry him, that he 
might obtain all of her wealth. 

In vain the lovely Elsa declared she did 
not love him. In vain she appealed to his 
chivalry. He cared nothing for her tears, 
but cruelly cast her into a damp prison 

113 


The Swan Night 


114 

^close by the rushing river. There she 
must suffer in loneliness until she would 
obey the will of Telramund. 

At last Elsa sent a long message to 
Henry I. begging him for aid. He de¬ 
cided that the matter should be settled 
in the lists. Elsa should choose a cham¬ 
pion to fight with Frederick of Telra¬ 
mund. 

Poor Elsa lost all hope when she heard 
this decision. She knew full well that no 
knight in the neighborhood would dare 
accept a challenge from Telramund; for 
Telramund had fought many times and 
had never been defeated. Day after day 
the herald sought someone to battle for 
Elsa’s rights. It was as she had feared, 
no one answered the call. 

Forsaken by all, the orphan girl turned 
to the helper of the helpless. Night and 
day she knelt in her narrow cell and 
prayed. In her great grief she struck her 
breast with the rosary clasped in her little 
hands. 


The Swan Night 115 

The little bell attached to the rosary, 
gave forth a low tinkling sound. These 
silvery tones were very soft and faint. 
They could scarcely be heard above the 
roar of the waters rushing past the tower. 
But they floated out through the narrow 
window into the open air. 

The winds of heaven caught up the 
sounds and whirled them rapidly away. 
Farther and farther they traveled, louder 
and louder they became. At last it seemed 
as if all the bells on earth had united to 
ring forth one grand deafening peal. 

These loud and pleading tones reached 
even into the far distant temple on Mont- 
salvat. Here King Parsifal and his train 
of dauntless knights kept constant watch 
over the Holy Grail. The King was 
greatly alarmed by the tones. He knew 
that some poor creature needed aid, and 
so hastened into his inner temple. 

Within this holy place there stood a 
beautiful vase, giving forth its rosy light. 
On its bright edge the King read the mes- 


The Swan Night 


ii6 

sage from heaven. ''Send Lohengrin to 
defend his future bride, but let her trust 
him and never seeh to know his origin.'' 
These were the strange words which met 
the aged King's eyes. 

The King immediately sent for his son. 
Lohengrin was a brave young knight. 
He had been trained to receive the mes¬ 
sages of the Holy Grail with the most 
perfect faith. When he heard the words 
from his father, he put on his armor,, 
spoke his farewells, and at once prepared 
to mount his waiting steed. 

Suddenly sweet music fell upon his ear. 
He had never heard anything like it on 
land or sea. Soft, low, and sweet, it rose 
and fell and rose again. Then, in the dis¬ 
tance, Lohengrin saw a stately swan come 
floating toward him. It drew behind it a 
little skiff. Nearer and nearer came the 
stately swan, clearer and sweeter rose the 
mystic strain. Both came to a pause close 
by the shore where the wondering knight 
stood. 


The Swan Night my 

Lohengrin sprang at once into the skiff. 
The swan took up its song again, and soon 
bore him out of sight. 

The day for the tournament had 
dawned. The last preparations had been 
made. Many knights had gathered to 
view the scene. Yet not one dared to 
offer himself as champion for the lovely 
maiden. 

Elsa clung to her prison bars. Tear¬ 
fully she repeated for the last time her 
prayers. 

‘'Send Thou the deliverer, O Lord!'’ 
she cried. 

All at once her sobs ceased. The far 
away sounds of music fell comfortingly 
upon her ear. She looked out eagerly. 
There she beheld a spotless swan floating 
gently down the stream, skillfully guiding 
a little boat. In the boat a knight in full 
armor lay fast asleep on a glittering 
shield. 

Just as the swan passed beneath the 
window where Elsa stood, the knight 


ii8 The Swan Night 

awoke. His first glance rested upon Her 
tear-stained face. 

‘Weep no more, fair maiden!’’ he cried, 
springing to his feet. “Fear naught! I 
have come to defend you!” 

The skiff passed on down the river. 
The prison door opened, and Frederick of 
Telramund appeared to lead Elsa to the 
lists. A smile of triumph curled his cruel 
lips as he heard the herald give the last 
call for Elsa’s champion. The sound of 
the trumpets died away and Frederick 
had turned to address Elsa. Suddenly a 
ringing voice came from the end of the 
lists. 

“Here am I, the Swan Knight, ready to 
fight for the rights of the Princess. I will 
win her cause or die.” 

A cry of admiration arose from the 
crowd, as they turned toward the Rhine. 
There they saw a handsome knight, stand¬ 
ing erect in a tiny skiff drawn by a swan. 
Spellbound they watched him. He sprang 
lightly ashore and sent the swan away. 


The Swan Night 119 

It floated down the river and out of sight, 
giving forth its own beautiful, dreamy 
song. 

For a moment Lohengrin knelt at 
Elsa’s feet, making a solemn vow to save 
her. Then he mounted his waiting steed, 
drew down his visor, and took his place 
in the lists. 

The struggle began. Breathlessly the 
knights and ladies watched it. Nothing 
could be heard but the clank of steel, the 
heavy breathing of the two knights, and 
the tramp of their horses feet. The dust 
almost hid them from view. 

Suddenly a terrible blow was heard. 
The great frame of Frederick of Telra- 
mund was seen to sway for a moment in 
the saddle, then to fall and roll in the 
dust. In a moment Lohengrin had dis¬ 
mounted. He stood with one foot on 
Telramund’s breast, ordering him to sur¬ 
render. 

Triumphant cries and joyful trumpets 
told of the victory. Cheer after cheer 


120 


The Swan Night 


rang through the summer air, as Lohen¬ 
grin knelt before Elsa once more. The 
cries of the knights and ladies were loud 
and long. They almost drowned Elsa's 
sweet voice as she bade her champion rise 
and name his own reward. 

Though the low spoken tones had been 
unheeded by the people, not one word had 
been lost by Lohengrin. 

‘Tempt me not, oh noble lady!" he re¬ 
plied. “Here at your feet where I would 
linger forever, I cannot but confess how 
much k love you, and how I hope some day 
to claim your hand." 

The pretty flush on Elsa’s soft cheeks 
deepened at these words. The long 
lashes drooped over the beautiful eyes. 
Timidly she held out her hand. 

“You saved me, sir knight," she softly 
whispered. “I am yours!" 

Not a word of this conversation had 
been heard by the people, for their shouts 
had been redoubled as the night bent low 
over Elsa’s hand and pressed it to his lips. 


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The Swan Night 

Before night, however, Elsa’s promise 
to become the knight’s bride had gone 
abroad. Preparations for the marriage 
were begun at once. 

Elsa had trembled with fear at the 
thought of a union with Frederick of 
Telramund, yet she did not hesitate in the 
least to give herself to the strange knight 
who had saved her. Nor did she doubt 
him when he told her that she must never 
seek to know either his name or his ori¬ 
gin. 

These must remain a secret from her 
and from all the people or they would 
have to part forever. 

Many knights and ladies attended the 
marriage ceremony. The young Lohen¬ 
grin and his lovely bride lived peacefully 
and happily for many years. Their love 
for each other grew deeper and better as 
one by one three beautiful children came 
to add to their happiness. 

But Elsa, though perfectly content with 
her husband’s unchanging love, could not 


122 


The Swan Night 


but notice that many of her people secretly 
doubted him. They tried many times, 
and in many different ways to discover 
his name and origin. 

Little by little, she, too, began to 
wonder. The more she thought of it, the 
more she longed to know her husband's 
secret. Finally, as she was seated by him 
one day, she suddenly turned to him and 
asked the forbidden question. 

'‘Elsa! Elsa! Is your faith dead?" 
cried the Swan Knight in broken voice. 
"Can you no longer trust me? I love you 
so, and now I must leave you. Our hap¬ 
piness is at an end! But, before I go, 
your question shall be answered. Come 
with me!" 

His pale face and despairing glance 
brought Elsa to her senses. With a lov¬ 
ing cry she flung herself on his breast, 
begging him to forgive and forget her 
question. He sadly shook his head. 

"It is too late, Elsa," he replied, "too 
late! You have doubted me; and I must 


The Swan Night 1123 

leave you; but before I go you shall know 

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The knights had gathered in the great 
banqueting hall near the Rhine. They 
started up in surprise when their master 
suddenly came in their midst. He led the 
pale and weeping Elsa gently by the hand. 

''Listen, oh, knights,'’ he began. "The 
time has come when I must leave you. 
Before I go, it is right that you should 
know that I am Lohengrin, son of Parsi¬ 
fal, the great king. I was sent hither by 
the Holy Grail, to save your princess, 
Elsa, from Frederick of Telramund. 
Now the Holy Vessel calls me and I must 
go. Ere I depart, I ask you to watch 
faithfully over my little ones and to wipe 
away their mother's tears. Farewell!" 

Then in the midst of the silence which 
followed these words, while he held Elsa 
in a last fond embrace, the low strains of 
the sweet music again came floating down 
the Rhine. A moment later the swan ap¬ 
peared. 


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Slowly Lohengrin tore himself away 
from Elsa's trembling arms. He sprang 
down the steps and into the waiting swan 
boat. Away it glided to the strains of 
sad music, and bore him out of sight for¬ 
ever. 


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